7. Reasoning
Araceli sighed as she and Mewtwo walked quickly down the hallway, Araceli keep a tight grip on Mewtwo's wrist. "Raphael...bloody Raphael...how long is it going to be until he gets over Gabriel's death?" She muttered under her breath. "He is a much a fool. This is why I vowed not to fall in love with anyone."
"What?" Mewtwo asked, not understanding the last statement. "Why-"
"One moment." Araceli cut in, before she flung open a nearby door and the two went into the room. She shut the door behind them, sighing a bit. "Sorry about that." She spoke up again. "Yes, I may have under-exagerrated my view to you on...Uriel and Raphael's, ahem, relationship. My apologies for that. And I don't have anything to really show you, by the way, unless you count my room, so I apologize for lying."
Mewtwo looked around Araceli's room quietly. The floor and walls were immaculately white, just like the laboratory, and even the bedsheets were white. A neat, cream-coloured dresser was across from the bed, and there was a black, wooden desk at the far end of the room, with sheets of paper scattered all over it.
"I know, my room isn't much to look at. I will decorate it eventually; I've been wanting to do so since the project with Mother and everyone else started." Araceli remarked, shrugging a bit before turning to Mewtwo. "Any questions?"
"Yeah, um..." Mewtwo paused before asking, "What exactly is your view on Uriel and Raphael's relations towards each other exactly? And why do you vow not to 'fall in love' with anyone? I don't understand..."
Araceli sighed, before speaking. "My view on it is that it's...just seemingly unhealthy. Raphael nearly fell apart, emotionally, after Gabriel was deceased. Uriel was the one to console him during that time, and they bonded due to that. I'm just worried that Raphael's using Uriel as some replacement for Gabriel. And now that you're up and about in Gabriel's body, it's...not making the situation much better, no offense towards you in any way, but it's true. I don't want to fall in love it it's going to destroy me like that in the end."
Mewtwo understood her reasoning. He had heard, in fairytales that he read, that sometimes one went insane sometimes with the loss of their loved ones. And it was good that Uriel was trying to help Raphael, but if Raphael was using him like that, it wasn't really much of a help. Araceli did have a point, a point that made much sense. But did that point alone have to be her reasoning for shutting away that feeling from herself, to cage her emotions shut so they couldn't fly freely?
A lone figure stared around as he stood on the roof of a supermarket, the night sky of the apoctalyptic wasteland around him.
He hadn't seen anyone in days, which was unfortunate. He only prayed that Kirby, at the least, was alive and safe somewhere, with other Smashers.
He was glad to have survived the fire that he got caught in, though it did leave second-degree burns on some parts of his body. He felt very, very lucky to have stumbled upon that abandoned supermarket and made it to the pharmacy section in time. He survived off the non-perishable goods in the building, and there were still some jars of peanut butter left, and some distilled water. He would okay for a couple more days in terms of food.
His sword Galaxia suffered a few scratches, but the overall damage wasn't too bad. At least he could use it still to fend off any zombies or any unnatural enemies as he remembered reading from those fictional books about their zombie apocalypses in all, if zombies did exist now. He also took the liberty of using everything he needed to survive, considering there was no one else around in the market to tell him what to do. Mainly, food (he had that due to the non-perishable foods), shelter (already taken care of, considering that the supermarket wasn't completely wrecked, only a few sections of the roofing cracked apart), and clothing (he didn't really use that much clothing, anyway). Taking into consideration that he didn't need too much clothing, he used some of those items to build a hammock. That wasn't really as easy as it seemed, but he somehow managed it.
Tomorrow, he would search for other Smashers, any survivors. He hoped that maybe he'll be able to see Kirby, alive and well.
He wasn't sure what he would do if Kirby was dead.
Author note: I'm terribly sorry for not updating this in a long while. I got busy with other fics and life outside fanfiction in general. The same goes for 'Fight Inside,' and I will try to get that updated soon, too.
Constructive Criticism and reviews would be nice (I haven't really read any), as they would help me with this fic a lot. Please? (insert Bambi eyes here)
Again, thanks for reading! :)
